Dana Gioia

I. For years I’ve pondered a cultural and social paradox that diminishes the vitality and diversity of the American arts. This cultural conundrum also reveals the intellectual retreat and . . . . Continue Reading »1Dec2013

Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling. I was already an old man when I was born. Small with a curved back, he dragged his leg when walking the streets of Copenhagen. . . . . Continue Reading »1Oct2013

Forget about the other six, says Pride. Theyre only using you. Admittedly, Lust is a looker, but you can do better. And why do they keep bringing us to this cheesy dive? The foods so bad . . . . Continue Reading »1Aug2010

Now you’d be three, I said to myself, seeing a child born the same summer as you. Now you’d be six, or seven, or ten. I watched you grow in foreign bodies. Leaping into a pool, all . . . . Continue Reading »1Dec2009